labcoatgirl | It's a dog's life

Betty isn't sure what happened. She can't remember what happened prior to this.

Everything feels wrong. Like her body is in the wrong position. But when she goes to stand up, she's still too short. There's too many smells in her nose, Betty giving her head a shake. When she does that, she can feel her soft ears moving on her head.

It's not till she does a complete circle that she realizes the situation.

She's a dog.

How could this happen?? she wants to say out loud. Instead, it comes out as a whine and a yip, something that surprises her. It's wet and damp where she is, Betty trying to walk on all fours to the end of the alley. It's pouring rain out there, her coat is already matted and soaked. She sits under an awning, trying to wait till it stops. Racking her poor dog brain to figure out a way out of this.

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It feels like waking up from an episode, as far as being lost and clueless goes. Where he is, where he's been, what's happened, are all questions swimming in his head as he opens his eyes in the rain. He's tired, soggy and unhappy, but that's nothing new. With a sigh he goes to stand, only to have his legs tie themselves up and he drops back to the ground with an oof that sounds more like a muffled woof.

He groans, another sound that is off and he closes his eyes, giving his head a shake, feeling his ears and jowls flap. He whines at the sensation and then with a worried look on his face, he turns his head to view the long, tan and lanky body which is apparently his now.

What? His ears pull forward in confusion as he carefully pulls himself back onto his long legs and spins slowly in place, almost a parody of chasing his tail as he tries to take in what could possibly have caused such an unpredictable situation.

Once he's accepted the odd reality he looks around and sees another dog looking as miserable as himself, but sitting intelligently underneath an awning. With a groan, he keeps his head low in submission and trots toward the small dog.

Betty keeps lifting one front paw, then the other to try and keep them dry. But it's all for naught.

Another scent fills her nose as a large dog is coming towards her. Alarmed, she jumps back, yapping a warning.

Back off, or I'll...I'll do something drastic, I will! I'm not afraid of you!

Actually she was. Very afraid. That dog could probably eat her if he wanted to but she wasn't going down without a fight.

The little dog starts yapping and it takes Bruce a moment to realize it's probably because of his size. His ears drop back and somehow he manages to bring his head a little lower toward the ground.

He looks around, as if trying to convey that there isn't any other dry places to sit before hesitating and then flopping down next to the building, still out in the rain but tucking up against the cold brick as tight as he can, as if it might help block some of the rain.

It's not till he lays down that Betty realizes she's probably the one scaring him. Her barking cuts off with a curious whine. She sits for a moment before trotting around the corner to see if he's okay.

Coming up slowly to sniff him because it seems the right thing to do. Sort of a tentative hello.

Bruce keeps his head on the ground, his ears perking as the small dog comes over to investigate. He sniffs back without lifting his massive head and gives a small whine in return, pointedly looking back at the awning. He doesn't meant to intrude, but perhaps he might be able to move under there if it's alright?

She looks back at where she had been under the awning. Well.....okay. Betty woofs once, tail wagging encouragingly before trotting back over to her spot. Waiting for him to follow.

Bruce is a little slow and unsteady on those giant legs, but at least he shakes off before heading over to the slightly drier location and sitting with his back to the wall, making certain to leave the other dog plenty of room. He gives a low grunt of appreciation toward this other dog and then lowers his head again, trying to let the smaller animal know he really wasn't a threat.

If he were in the mood, it'd almost be amusing to realize he did the same things as a human to keep from being noticed or threatened in his normal life as well.

She makes a keening noise, sort of an apology. I'm not used to this. The setting was miserable enough without having to get used to the fact she was a dog.

Even with the fur, she was cold, starting to lift her front feet again in turn. Her stomach was rumbling too, reminding her she hadn't eaten. Betty paces back and forth a bit before sitting again and sniffing the larger dog more curiously this time. You're quiet for a big dog.

Bruce knows that wet and miserable feeling very intimately and sighs as he feels his stomach rumble in kind. When she comes over and sniffs at him again, he carefully lowers himself so he's laying on the ground and has his muzzle at her nose level, his warm breath focused on those tiny little paws. He's been a stray long enough as a human, that he knows even among animals a little kindness can go a long way. He just wishes there was more food around.

Perhaps if the rain lets up a little, they can go looking together because this whole having a large nose and all the smells he's picking up with it is a little overwhelming, and it's taking quite a bit of effort actually, to keep himself as calm as he appears.

It's a dog's life

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